An Inkling of Poetry: The Sip

For the love of God we need not do more than enough For God our help is up above in the heavenly Time itself is Omniscient But God owns Time Where were you when God Began And where was the World after the Lord And before the first Man.

Erg. A chatter of the blue bird A glow of the erg A thousand guineas to spend A faraway kite from Kent A way through the Mountainous Wake An Ambiance of comfort's sake A pedagogue in Luminus A study away from Tumulus A favour of light heartedness An honour nevertheless That he might make way O' ye To know the ways of the Sagely.

An Inkling of Poetry: The Sip The souls who never sleep The same men who each night creep May all same day convene Where less mortals contravene For want of More draughts to Sip But it shall not be told For such night as bleak and cold As this sad communion Would leave no one's true Champion A recourse To be less bold Indeed sip the cauldron It is choice wine they let on The hearty cheers ring out Alike men in a dug out A drinking Away head on